Lay Still My Beating Heart!

Beneath the white wet dew-lit foxgloves, The lichens and apricot boughs Beneath the dusky grey church clock tower And the ambient wet westward clouds, Lay still my beating heart. As silence wrestles with silence-taut As topaz ladybirds march unduly Through the myriad ichor of lustrous web, Through a needle of time unravelling, Lay still my beating heart with His. 2016 edit Beneath the white wet dew-lit foxgloves, The lichens and apricot boughs Beneath the dusky grey church clock tower And the ambient wet westward clouds, Lay still my beating heart. As silence wrestles with silence-taut As a topaz, ladybirds march unduly Through the Ichor myriads of the lustrous web, Through a needle of time unravelling, Lay still my beating heart.